Gucci Mane - Who Is Him (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Gucci Mane - Who Is Him (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder
gang, we don't do no attempts
Hop out on the slammer with this
chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp
Drew down on him with his pants
down in front of U of M
1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them
folks like, "Who is him?"
Bitch, you try me and get whacked,
I promise this is not the way
Know she wanna fuck 'cause she
keep staring in my Cartier
I think about guns and money sixty
times throughout the day
Nobody safe, you can't go get shit
to stop these .308s, on God
Entertain like Cedric, had that
codeine in my beverage
Way back in day, let them niggas use
me for leverage (Well, damn)
F on my report card, on
my hip, I got an F&N
Pulled up on me poppin', but he
won't pull up and pop again
I don't care 'bout who he is or
who his kin, just do him in
Cold, dark pool, they threw him in,
I just shot off his chin (Burr)
Murder case, Snoop Dogg, back in the
day, no juice and gin (Snoop)
And I'm the coach, I'm with
the G.O.A.T.s, we go for
it on fourth and ten (Go)
Always was the robber where we stayed,
so I didn't play with 'em
Police don't even try to talk to
Wop, got nothin' to say to 'em
Five-shot, .38 on me,
put a trey to him
Big dawg in the yard, took
a nigga tray from him
Niggas starve theyself, the whole time,
somethin' to eat in they face
Look at that lil' nigga from the
Creek, his ass done made a way
I ain't just go put food on the
table, I passed out the plates
I'm missing Tre, ain't nobody
have me like my nigga Day
It's time to slide
Walk with a hundred up in the
chopper, I shot eighty-five
Mix them Percocets with the
exotic, I'm back energized
Do donuts up in the 'Cat, drive
it like it got nine lives
You ain't take 'em down with me,
nigga, so is you not my slime
Niggas talkin' out they neck, but
that lil' shit won't slow me up
Two double cups, big congratulations,
time to pour me up
We rollin' up, mixin' different
flavors, keep my 'Wood stuffed
If you got somethin' dancin' on your
wrist, it's time to hold it up
On Chopper Gang, on So
Icy G, this my squad
Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard
Nigga, 413 Gang, ayy (SpiffoMadeIt,
bitch)
1017 on my damn chain, brr
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